Pink Clouds An Island

Pink clouds, an island.

It's a place

Where I can hide.

Selfishly I cling to

Parts of me

I'm afraid I might find.

Pink clouds, an island,

It insulates me

From letting you know

That I'm quietly dying.

I live here

When I don't want to grow.

I'm alone

Out here again.

Goodbye, over,

And It really doesn't matter,

Matter.

And it really doesn't matter

Matter.

And it really doesn't matter

Matter.

And it really doesn't matter

Matter.

And it really doesn't matter

Matter.